"alligned" poems
In my perfectly painted room
All my books in order
on my painstakingly clean shelf
Not a speck of dust
Everything is spotless
All of the artwork on my walls
straight and alligned
I look around happily
making teeny little adjustments
just to make sure
it's perfect
And then I realize
everything
is
crooked
Jan 2, 2011
Jan 2, 2011 at 3:58 PM UTC
I've got a hot date in Heaven..
Don't keep me up 'cause he'll be waiting,
He was my first love,
And maybe my last love,
.. Sometimes my worst love,
But we won't talk about that ;)
And i'm lying here while he sets us a table,
I've been to Amsterdam but never to the city of angels
All i know is i'm in love,
With my only best friend..
And it's a holiday i'll tell them,
I'll be back more 'heaven sent'..
But til then i'll just talk to the stars..
Oh would it be okay if i chose not to move on?
'Cause i believe in holding on,
And i believe you're holding on too
&All; the stars that alligned us,
Will hopefully find us..
Again,
And again..
And againnn..
I've got a hot date in Heaven..
Don't keep me here 'cause Augustus is waiting..
He was my first love
And maybe my last love
But always my favourite love
... Yeah i'll talk about that.
Someday i'll write about that.
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 9:54 AM UTC
We stepped onto the platform in a mild november,
The air was refreshing and
Smooth,
Laughter filled flirtations together,
Looking at the countdown,
Waiting for that journey.
Then it arrived, stepped on in unison,
We knew where the stops might come,
We at yet didn't know the final destination
But as long as our bodies were alligned on this
carriage we felt no care in the world,
We didn't need to bother to read the health and safety.
Constantly we listened to the destination being repeated
and we ourselves began to recite it
We hung close, but before I could reach over to kiss you..
BANG!
A sudden stop,
A call to a station not on the schedule.
I shifted a seat away to look out the window,
I read the station sign, watched out to the scenery.
Familiar it was, but I didn't expect it on this trip.
How strange?
Minutes we did wait, both anxious, but only a few metres apart
did our bodies make and then it continued.....
We thought this journey might go along smoother,
how many more other unplanned stops could it make?
The driver can't be drunk,
The weather is only good.
This was neither peak time, nor was the carriage empty.
But alas,
More waits occured, more silences,
My legs jolted in anticipation, frustration,
so did yours,
but you never let go of my hand.
Then it continued.
But I am anxious still, scared a little,
I hate the unknown,
You felt my nerves, and you tried to calm me.
I just looked at the other passengers,
so quiet and still,
And I felt like nobody was understanding me, not even
you.
BANG.
You let go of my hand.
Darkness was approaching,
Ourselves hidden in blackness,
I could still hear your breath,
You could still hear my heart beating,
I could still hear the motions of the engine,
but without clear vision, clear mind,
Alone did we both feel,
Your began to see no one else quaking,
And fell into dismay.
You moved into another seat staring
aimlessly out at the darkness...
Annoucement - train back on track.
An obstruction on the line.
Phew!
I wiped my brow, and looked over.
Still you sat there in the dimness.
We then both knew despite what we have just founded,
This journey would be delayed,
And the dark blue would still be with us for a while.
Yet I reach over,
Clasp your hand,
Kiss your lips,
I am still here,
for though it is delayed
This is not a journey's end.
Jan 12, 2010
Jan 12, 2010 at 10:11 AM UTC
*I watched her bleed tears,
watched the red stain her pale face like it wanted to tear away what was under her skin,
as if tears of blood were telling her you're thicker within.
but you see,
this girl she couldn't stop crying,
couldn't get it all out,
what has been done to her,
she can't even speak about.
you told her blood is thicker than water,
but she bleed the thickest red tears,
so large there like ink,
and will over write your name,
from her memory,
from her family,
from everything you have taken from her,
she won't need you gripping at her ankles,
always being the one to pull her down every time she in another fight,
no longer will will you make her feel like she's living a worthless life,
all the good memories have been bleed on,
red ink does not come out with an apology,
and it doesn't even lift the stain lightly,
when it's done to spite her,
and despite her inocents,
and despite her age,
and despite your gene pool relations,
if all the cards alligned in your favor,
you still better feel some shame.
for the way you acted on a little girl,
to touch her in places her father would never dare,
places where that same father your brother,
wouldn't dare to look at you again,
wouldn't talk to you again,
wouldn't let you near any ******* child gender aside,
again.
if he knew the things you had done,
to his little girl,
he'd of knocked you one,
he'd of made you cry till you bleed.
but he would of made sure you wished you were dead,
before you ever really felt sorry.
but you ruined her,
and you think she should grow up about it,
move on about it,
and forgive you,
she kept silent,
every night she cried because of the things you would do,
and now when she crys,
she bleeds,
Thick tears to cover up the mess,
to try and fix all the monstrous distresses,
fixing her family to feel something right,
breaking limbs off the family tree,
as if they were yours,
and trying to live,
while everyone,
wants to fight,*
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 6:32 AM UTC
I've got your eyes locked on me now & I can feel every drop of the hot pain pouring from them. You are longing for a glance returned but I am busy sending all of my loathing to the boy staring at my hands from across the fire pit. His knees are alligned with mine & she's lounging between them. I'm so sick of hating every inch of him. I swore I'd stop but his lips are bleeding from that bite she gave him and I don't think I can. I'm sitting on your lap and I know just what you're thinking. You're breathing down my neck like you're begging. I'm begging to get out of this life. For all the pain that I distribute, there's gotta be some feeling left for me but I can't ******* find it. . I wish I could love you as hard as I loved him. I wish I could love you as hard as I hate him. I wish with every fiber of my being that I could love you at all. I wish I could feel the butterflies that are floating in you. I could tell that they're making a scene beneath your skin by the eager path your finger tips take up and down my spine. Sweetheart, for the agony I will inevitably feed you at the end of this, I'm so sorry
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 3:10 AM UTC
Irony often oozes the blood stain
That history will use to paint
An honest portrait of erstwhile deeds
Or to turn some altered soul to saint
Few are those that exist within the mist
Who loom larger than the shadow portrays
And seldom does a shadow exist undiminished
By the dreariest of all darkest days
So when seeking blood in passionate resolve
There comes a mordant aberration of unheralded stature
Rising to fly above mortal attributes into unremitted immortality
By assiduous conviction born of monstrous evil of unparalleled scale
Born among the Carpathian mountains
From the ancient and mysterious Transylvanian forests
One who seeks blood for righteous alliterations
Not for glory but for the saving grace
A quest to alleviate all alien allagory alligned along the meandering memories of non-mordant minded men
No imagery conjured by Bram Stoker thru Van Helsing
Encompasses the unmitigated reality seen
The lifelong - still beating strong - near century long shadow of the denizen of our brightest outlook
The creation of circumstance as much as man ( unkind ) made
Maybe unheralded by too many
For such a knave am I so sorely cursed now...
With shame
I ...who have always strived
to drape myself
in the raiment of the eternal optimist
Now pay overdue homage to the true and absolute optimist
BEN FERENCZ.... Is his name
Seek out his story now ..
.while he still lives
Reach back ..
Into those dark, dreary days
To share what history gives
and you will see what he means
when he say's
" I'm Right. "
For I truly know that he is!
Keith w. Fletcher
Humbled by the humanity exhibited.
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 8:26 AM UTC
how easily i gave all
of me to
this soulless dance.
years of passion and ballroom lessons
to be a shadow
puppet, a
wind up doll
in line with your
every movement
alligned to your
whim
*i don't know where
the music's gone.*
i want to feel my body.
i want to feel the rain.
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 7:10 PM UTC
When I met you the stars aligned,
They spelled out 'RUN!'
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 3:03 PM UTC
The mind is the ocean, full of wonders and life,
your thoughts are the fish, that swim to your soul.
Your soul is a painting, filled with passion and grace,
your heart is the artist, so original and free.
Emotions are a paintbrush, the artist holds,
to give unto the world a picture of gold.
Your face is an art gallery, whose walls are alligned with beauty,
as rich as the art they hold, the walls are your body.
Your hands are a gift, please bless the world
for the words you speak, are a pinch of salt,
ask yourself "will it dissolve".
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 5:29 AM UTC
You were lucky enough
To be in my sight
When the stars alligned
When my heart was warm
Oct 27, 2021
Oct 27, 2021 at 7:10 AM UTC
Listen to the Wind
Carrying your Memories
Like ghosts through the Trees
~~~~~~~~~*~
Love is kinder now
Though it oft’ wears two faces
For me, it now Sings
~~~~~~~~~*~
Forgiveness of Self
Redemption is a true gift
Mercy and Grace reign
~~~~~~~~~
Seeing through cold eyes
Self Esteem is degraded
Turn their voices off
~~~~~~~~~
Come away with me
Where together we can be
Anything we wish
~~~~~~~~~
The Stars are alligned
Two have found their missing halves
All is now at Peace
~~~~~^~~~~~~~
~by Mercurychyld
Copyrights
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 12:48 PM UTC
every one hundread years the great lens passes..
tonite at SR:1 we will get to see the zeal planet..
isn't it beautiful.. look how blue it is..
we know that it has only one moon..
like us it is at a perfect distance from its sun that it may be able to sustain life..
we can only see it for one day during first cycle sunrise..
the great lens passes on through the stars..
we do not know what the great lens is..
but when alligned with our power scobes we are able to see the blue planet so very far away..
the planet zeal..
i would love to visit..
zeal (Earth)
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 1:50 PM UTC
Days like these hurt so much
Another sad, sorrow, disappointment
To live with hopelessness is depressing
It's okay I can manage although its been tough
Really rough, kind of stuck, off track
Can't get things alligned, so much thoughts
Awareness, surrounded by living darkness
It's a formidable task, I must persevere
I'm at peace, and full clarity, just too weak
Too much fatigue, minds altered and attacked
Family treasoned giving me their back
It's like I'm alone with God, that's all I need
It's fine I'll make it I was built to survive
In this concrete jungle, pray I don't stumble
I don't wanna hear any lines "you weren't here", "you don't love me", "you don't care", "it's my birthday & you're not here", please I have enough on me, I carry the world on me, trying it's best in killing me, but I'm strong I can deal with these rattle snakes
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 12:54 AM UTC
You’re not set to have an easy road, you aren’t graced with luck and leisure, you will toil and labor for the things that you need
You will not get help, you aren’t deemed by the mass to be given the grace of the lord, this is the fate of this avenue
You won’t deserve it, but the cosmos has alligned against your favor, you will tend fields of rotted corn and unfertile abyss
You weren’t a lucky one, the world held a gun to you the minute you gave a pulse, unwanted in this darkness it became your craddle
You will ask for help, but will not receive it, for you are the shadow among the other shadows
This is a reality hard to mend, for the ones born to leisure never look under the stones they sit on
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 8:30 PM UTC
Heaven's bells ringing
Angel choirs singing
As I walk past the frozen field
As I stalk through the dusty plains
A blanket of vivid white
A speckle of platinum
I inhale the fresh air
I look to the sky
I looked straight into the genesis
Where the stars alligned
I looked straight into the genesis
Of a brand new year
I just had to reach for their grasp
Dec 25, 2017
Dec 25, 2017 at 7:55 AM UTC
crumpled ticket in the pocket with no time on the dime dim lightning struck breaking in the best of kin a win win i cant do this tear slice shred swear it's a shame no sweat but fame the pressure builds up bogey blue bragster's mother-finnicky ******* **** ive found it ive found im hidden im hidden the gem's locked away rub one rub one rub one tug one tug one tug on zing we have a winner the shadow is cast the stars are alligned which match my eyes liquid pouring down fast on down the runway time to fly and catch the sky my time's not wasted but im wasted space look at me try try cry no river no stream no end just the fairly odd lookalike best of kin coddling crast dancing jigalow on the gallows pole
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 11:20 PM UTC
. i love being (the) third party iniciative... i romance the... romance of: i do not remember... it's almost like... life... limited to having to stage, being, pulverised... became limbo-staged for my peruse of; necrophylia-esque.
the american accent...
sim
not ***
michael...
and i start "thinking"
of...
ha ha!
twinky!
because i came to
boor you
with an alligned
circumstance
of 'floyd....
what?
pwetty pick'ah piq-
toor?
oh... right...
i too hate being
reintstated
by someone not
being boxed
for a haemorrhage's
worth...
oh...
did i forget to tongue
slip the part
of licking the postage
stamp?
i did?
oh...
well... to recompase...
'ere's my shadow...
happy
'oo 'p' eeeeee!
oh but i want,
michael...
like...
exotica...
***** name...
marph... thew!
i too was a golden
'aired
boy waiting for
a ******* hamster!
no?
not good the wait?
good...
i like a screaming
quasi suffocating
*****
like any ukranian
ought to want...
i suspect that...
the people...
who tease...
become
the most ridicule ridden
middle-people
of a worth of
an escapade for the
worth of adventure:
they will never have...
you are...
my most...
anticipated...
feeble.
...
and i...
squint eyed,
and...
oh so many variants....
and...
prior to a ******
a psychology...
to ingest a
replica feast of intelligence
for...
ich...
schattenkind...
ich:
wollen zu töten...
it's when there's a narrative
readily available...
that...
things... become...
"apparent"...
i have forgotten being
a res cogitans...
like the observation
of Kant..
i am a res per se...
with a hiccup of
an undertaking of
Berlioz...
ich
bin die
dieselbe
blondkind
ja...
ich heben
die ketzere'
zu töten
wie...
w'rden
z' 'eben...
i almost wish...
what if Michael
was not Matthew?
dead-end...
buying vinyl.
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 10:09 PM UTC
It's cracking dropping
Breaking into bits that split
I'm holding on to it forever
Nothing can change truth
Open doors spoken words
Lead the way for me
Break my soul free
My body is weak,
Inner blood still leaks
Easily spread sickness
Shutting down my system
My battle defense mechanism
It feels like I'm captive in prison
I do my best to fight off infection
Father cover me with your protection
My candle of faith still shines
Keeping me steadily alligned
Your task is my mission I was assigned
A prime crime what a lethal design
I'm standing at your right
Ready for the war, battle, and fight
Guide me Lord so I won't loose sight...
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 9:27 PM UTC
I don't get it?
How simple is it to stay inside?
Get the essentials, then run back and hide.
I get there's situations, maybe some people's deprived.
I'm sensitive to this, but this is what history created, a unhurried suicide.
A portion of the human race living in luxury, when majority having daily to strive.
At the same time, there are those
That refuse to help themselves.
Is it derived by situation, or lack of drive.
All I know is...
The world is cynical.
Built from living in a world that's constructed on lies.
Sometimes I wish as a race we could ascend
Elevate our consciousness,
So it's raised above the chaos
Be alligned with the skies.
With morality our compass, a human race revived.
May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 9:17 AM UTC
out of the hearth of hearts
emotion has been fletched,
malleable redhot soul sprite sparks
and sings with the strike of the beat,
meaning nothing more than touch but
collisions bring us closer,
I guess we’re just
impactful :
two flights defeathered
combined by common ground,
given wings entwined-
two ores in bated bind,
love alligned and nocked
the very fingertips that made us
holds the rest of our destiny cocked
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 3:39 PM UTC
A poem with secrets of hidden messages inside
alligned to give you ancient age-old truths
written to be our reference, sacred guide
splendid packs with blueprints, witnessed proofs
alienated thought patterns, so hard to comprehend
ideas that blow your mind and how to think
did you expect that metals can change and defend
of connected telepathy in pilot-machine link?
Of course, how could you know the false from facts?
in school one never learned important news
try to mention mystic, ancient artifacts
that’s been held in shadow from the public views
nobody knows for they have never seen
the tons of things hidden in plain sight
the codes of zephyr: placed décor on scene
someday, some zombie finds the truth, it might
be then we know if test will hit the Earth
the rain of truth much needed at its core!
the time will come, ached truth is in new birth,
and we will find blue portal’s just a door
for us to enter; sacred adepts knew our names
it’s been our fate since we ever were conceived
to reach the stars, receive many rightful claims
in kindness we shall let our belongings be revealed
pro take it back, and grow as we rebirth rejoined
accessing our inner worlds dialed into invigorating starts
there are lots of things humans can reveal as purloined
let’s tap into our inner worlds: see! Follow path of heart!
we have all the answers needed creating our truth today
courage is inside of us, we only need letting it flow in light!
let your fears fly and glow in stars, clear your voice and say:
“I will let the world evolve, will let my! soul lead in fight!”
Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 5:55 AM UTC
Apology to a friend
The journey we've had
Was always alligned.
A road, roughly paved
By forgiveness and fights.
You felt my pain
When it was hidden from sight.
You gave your hand,
When I was in need.
You poured your soul,
When mine wasn't free.
You invested your heart,
You were left there to bleed.
I've kept my words
Beside my bed
I thought they were
Better left unsaid,
A storm was brewing inside my head.
You wanted to calm the whirlwind inside,
I ran to the exit,
Couldn't bare to confide.
Moments like these are a trial,
Of friendships that stand the test of time
I'm afraid to be hurt,
And I'm afraid to hurt you
Two sensitive hearts,
Of worlds that shouldn't collide.
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 11:14 AM UTC
various traits to become alligned with
to make up who we are and what we want to be
in time
ways of patience
practice
in the stream of dedication
initiation is tricky
a little iffy
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 11:57 PM UTC